Maybe they are a chaser, but no one else is interested /shrug
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Maybe they are a chaser, but no one else is interested /shrug
Forgotten Thieves (in progress)
The night was beautiful. A young girl, with bright green eyes was listening, filled with wonder, as her older sister Joyce, told her about the latest heist. The young girl's name was Charolette. Her older sister was the greatest thief of all time and Charolette wanted to be just like her. But, Joyce had other plans. She didn't want Charolette to have to resort to stealing. It was getting late, so Joyce put her sister to bed. Sadly, that night, someone broke in, and killed Charolette. Where she went, no one returned, as this was the place of forgotten AUs. But, although it felt like it took 7 seconds to get there, it took 7 years. So, the 11 year old turned 18, without knowing. Once Charolette finally got there, she saw so many monsters and some humans, most were crying or just staring into space. She noticed that everyone's eyes were grey. Although everyone there was grey, there was one monster that caught her eye. He was the only one with a colour other than grey, white, or black. He wore a navy blue sweat jacket with white stripes on each arm and a beanie. She saw she had colour too, accept it was just the overalls. Overalls? She had been wearing a green jumper a moment ago. Then again, she was older so that was the least if her worries. She also had stripes. She walked over to the skeleton, hoping to make a new friend.
"Hello sir, I'm Charolette. What's your name?" She asked.
"Look kid, I don't-" As the skeleton turned around, he saw her eyes. Still bright green. "Uh, your eyes."
Charolette didn't understand. What was it? She went to ask her sister but she was nowhere to be seen.
"Where-?" Charolette started to say, but was cut off by the skeleton.
"My name is Sans, Sans the skeleton. Now, I got two questions for ya. One, why do your eyes still have colour? Two, how the hell did you get here?" Charolette was caught off guard. She had never heard anyone say 'hell' before. She didn't even know it was a word. She shook her head. She didn't know what he was talking about. She needed help, but no one was giving it to her.
"I... well... um, I don't know why my eyes are still green... they have always been green but, um. I... I got here when..." Charolette then began gently rubbing her neck, remembering the pain she felt when she was grabbed. Whatever grabbed her had been behind her, once Charolette screamed, Joyce ran in, clearly terrified. But... she came too late. The being cut the girl's neck and dragged her into some black, empty void.
The skeleton saw Charolette holding her neck and asked her, "You were forced here, weren't you? Your universe wasn't destroyed?" She simply nodded in reply. She wasn't supposed to be here. She just wanted to go home.
H o m e.
As soon as she thought of those words, she gripped her head, covering her ears. The sound was yelling at her, the volume rising higher and higher.
"S-shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! SHUT! UP!" Charolette screamed, hitting her head. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!"
"W-whoa kid! Are you okay?!" Sans asked, a slight shakiness in his voice. Charolette fell to her knees, crying and hitting her head.
"YOU'RE LYING! STOP IT! MAKE THEM STOP!!" She yelled, hot tears stinging her cheeks. Sans froze, realizing the last part was directed at him. Charolette needed his help, she was begging for him to make whatever was going on stop. What the skeleton didn't realize, the girl was in pain, the voice becoming too loud to stand. Then everything went black...
I WAS UPSET.
I had an experience last night which upset me. So I am a transgender woman, in the middle of transition. Which I am fine with, I'm on a journey, happy where I am so far. So last night I'm in the club, and this girl comes up to me, we start like making out; great, am bisexual, whatever. Then she touches my face (I shave my face but it honestly isn't enough when ppl touch it tbh) and she goes "ohhh actually I'm a lesbian..." which is fine, it happens, I was prepared to just peace out. But she keeps making out with me, and I was little drunk so I didn't really think about it. AND THEN she puts her hand between my legs and is obviously wierded out--again, I GET IT, even with tucking you can't make shit feel like  a vagina. Now normally I'd be receptive to someone touching up on me, great, makes me feel confident whatever. Then I see her later making out with a guy and it's like 'ohhhhh. You don't respect me as a woman (which like I pass fine especially in the dark or something)'. My point is, the invalidation feels damn frustrating like I'm fine with girls or guys who don't want to be with a trans person, but don't invalidate ME because YOU are uncomfortable with something; don't act like you're attracted to someone but also be repulsed by them. Now, I KNOW someone will probably say some transphobic nonsense if they reply, which I'm fine with because it happens all the time, lol. I just had to get this off my chest, sorry for the wall of text.